The concept of existence as an onion has really appealed to me, so I thought I would explore this topic.
I know I am me but I don't know who I was or who I will be! The fact that our likes and dislikes change with time is not a new funda, it's an accepted fact of life but what I am talking about is that if I were to travel back in time to when I was sixteen, I suspect, I would meet a stranger.
Because I have the memory of this lifetime- I remember a young teen who thought that she was right but that no one ever understood her (I think most teens go through this phase!), she was fighting with boys (Mostly verbal but sometimes physical too!) protecting "her weaker girl friends from their predatory boy friends" and trying to excel in everything! (Jack of all trade......)
When I meet the person with the same name ten years later I meet another stranger who is absolutely different from the teen I talked about a few lines earlier- the only thing these two shared is their physical features!
Every half a decade the layers are peeled off and though we see the same onion a little smaller ( In this case a little larger- physically) the actual essence is so different! The pungency; the anger; the flavor- everything is so away from the last layer.
As I wander through the labyrinth of time, I wonder, who I will meet on this road we call life? What will happen when all the layers have been peeled off? Do I get to meet the real existence? Or will I miss it before it disappears? Or will "I"go into another existence searching for the last one or waiting for the final layer in a larger context to be peeled off?
But One thing I am sure of is, every time a layer is peeled off I cry for what I missed out; I cry for what could have been; I cry for the pain and the happiness...
Crying for me is not a negative emotion, it is a healing process; it's a growing process; it is the other half ....
